It is 2030. You are employed by one of the vast corporations ruling the world of the near future. The smallfolk call them Zaibatsu. Every one of these huge enterprises has two faces. The outwardly presentable, clean, honorable, friendly and helpful one; and the hidden, sinister one. You are part of its hidden army, performing  lies, theft, kidnapping and murder as needed. Most probably you were plucked from the dark and murky Japanese underworld, and given a choice between death and faithful service. Or you might have been an overly ambitious salaryman. You have one foot in the stylish corporate-minded boardrooms of the zaibatsu, and one foot in the filth and squalor of the criminal underworld. Some of you take pride in your role, and call yourselves street samurai. Others care just for the payday.